Finally making her dream come true of becoming a doctor and making her mother proud Francesca begins to believe her life is complete. After what she had been through with her father and seen how her mother was treated by him she never cared for love...
Listen to "Right Here" by Chase Atlantic then "Copy Cat" by Melanie Martinez ( If you'd like<3 )
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Francesca's point of view
Two hours into my stay at the Angels Den, the dance floor covered in men and women, sweaty, drunk, and naked. Coiled tightly together as they jumped and moved to the base of the music playing the background. I was in fact one of them.
The lights blinding and several different colors and shades, quick to make someone dizzy if you were to stop moving. On one side of the V.I.P's extremely large area, men drunk and flirting with girls to young for them and on the other completely naked women took the stage, and clear as day not any sober.
And in the middle stood me and Beverly. Our foreheads stuck together as our hands sat on each other's waist our body's intoxicated from the music while our minds had no memory of this morning. Laughter and joy was the only thing in this room. Giovanni and Jocelyn carrying on the fun at the bar as she took shots and he did nothing but smoke, and occasionally bringing shots to me and Eve.
Everything was fine, and light weight like a party would have you, until the lights dimmed and the music got faster. No one stopped it was as much energy as before. We lifted our heads and tried looking around but not much was able to be seen.
"Ladies and gentlemen if you are tired please find the exit. If you are unable to stand tell someone to help you out." The DJ paused as people began to actually leave. I looked up at Beverly and we both were so lost. "If you are still here give a warm welcome to the prince of party."
I heard doors shut and lock all at once and the lights were cut on but to a dark red. The music got louder and Jocelyn along with Giovanni found us. They handed us both our own blunt as we turned to look on stage. I smirk grew on my lips as my eyes fell on Reid's. "Someone just can't leave me alone." I mouthed to him and he winked at me before he took the bottle of 1942 that he was in stage with and shook it vigorously.
"He's going to pop it we should go sit before we can't light these." I nodded at Jocelyn's statement looking down at the floor to notice both mine and Beverly's heels were gone and out of sight. I hooked my arm around Vannis shoulder and walked with him to the booths. "You still have your fake I.D.?" I looked up at Vanni and he showed it to me. "If you get caught you were not with me that's one and two if mom finds out I don't know you." He rolled his eyes laughing which brought a smile on my drunk ass face.
"Wasn't that the guy that was at moms and the carnival?" He asked as we all sat down. "Yeah but we're never going to see him again after maybe tomorrow night." I smiled at him and looked over at Beverly who was trying to get a lighter to work.
I leaned over the table slowly trying to hold my balance as I flipped the lighter the right way up. "Oh. Well shit." We started laughing as she realized how fucked up she was. I felt small droplets of liquid hit my back and turned around. The party was louder, brighter and less people so more place to move. I could tell why he was called 'the prince of party', he was pushing them all to a certain limit by just being there.
